The Devil’s Trousers

A mob of angry monkeys
Spontaneously combust
While the nephew of a circus freak
Pounds zombies into dust
And the women in their window booths
Are smiling down at you
But don’t you wear the devil’s trousers
They’re too big for you.

Salvador Dali
When he wasn’t trying to shock
Confronted his neuroses
By painting flaccid clocks.
Sometimes I think the animals
Prefer it in the zoo
But you can’t wear the devil’s trousers
They’re too big for you.

You could say that christmas dinner’s
Just a dead bird and some plants.
You could be devoured in minutes
By a million hungry ants.
You can hold them up with braces
Even put a belt on too
But you’ll never fill the devil’s trousers
They’re too big for you.

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